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Cooked If Mr Ramsey tasted my food His head would crease, and say something rude But I do my best with what I’ve got And I bung it all-in a great big pot No one listens to my excuses And my eggs gratin has several strange uses My pis de resistance is egg and chips Hurts your stomach; stays on your hips I gave some leftovers to my dog He trotted upstairs and spat it in the bog He’d seen this happen lots before He’s an intelligent dog do I need to say more? So Mr Ramsey if you're ever near by I could use some tips and some crisp and dry I’d make you a meal you’d not forget And a dog’s free transfer if you wanted a pet. David Cox 08/12/21

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